FloatCharacters: Um...OTA. Avengers, WCA, any refugees with them, anyone in the Raft, anyone around New York...Setting: The MoMA, then the Raft. Because we are culturally rounded people.Content: Strong feelings about stuff and junk. Summary: Avengers assemble...somewhere with bars on the windows!

The convoy was still making its way along the Parkway when Iron Man stopped short still three blocks out of his destination. It wasn't much of a destination anymore; it had been a modern architectural wonder that stretched 93 stories into the New York sky, dwarfing the buildings around it, but now, even this close, Tony couldn't see its seamless glass facade or the S T A R K that should have loomed watchfully over midtown. But even this far, he could hear the groan of the zombies stumbling through the blood soaked rubble, lured there by the spectacle days ago and still dragging their feet through broken glass. After the flurry of communications throughout the week, Tony thought he had dealt with it and moved on to the next crisis, but he didn't know if he could go much closer yet. The tiny dots crawling along the Parkway at the edge of his vision marched stolidly onward while Tony hovered over the eternal gridlock of abandoned taxis, coated now with black dust dulling their ubiquitous yellow swarm. Onward, then. There was no reason to go back.

Turning in place, Iron Man streaked through the darkened, burnt out, shattered shell of Manhattan, veering tightly around chipped concrete and blackened brick until his own flare of light and hot red reflected back at him in the smooth wave of the Museum of Modern Art's glass face. It still glittered-- or maybe, compared to everything else, it seemed to have a welcoming polish to it. No wonder Steve chose this place. Iron Man swept upward to coast over it and gently glide down into the sculpture garden, touching down in a careful crouch to not crack the tile in this rare pocket of preserved serenity. The trees were wilted and the grass overgrown and dry, but the pool was still full-- rainwater, probably. It splashed clear and wide when Tony hurled his helmet at the peaceful surface, sending it into chaos reflecting on itself, lapping at the edges and soaking the floor. Okay, he was okay. He sat down heavily on the grass, head in his hand, watching the water distort the Iron Man's face as it slowly settled again. There was nothing he could do about it now. He fucked up, he shouldn't have gone anywhere in the first place, he should have handed Mystique over to S.H.I.E.L.D., he should have made sure he knew where everyone was and he should have done, known and been better. There was no excuse, there never was any good excuse for why he did the shit he did, so there was nothing left for Tony but to limp in with his tail tucked between his legs and promise, as ever, to do better. Tearing his gaze away from the red and gold, he glanced around at the surrounding glass walls, every inch wide window panes just waiting to be shattered by the next disaster. As beautiful as the museum was, it was the last place to put up a good defense. That was the first task. Onward, then.

The case used to be that Loki hadn't needed future sight to predict Thor's movements, however with his maturity came a lot of unwanted complications for his adopted sibling. Loki was not at all pleased.

"I'm going to take that as a good thing," He smirked a little at the fact the child would like him to stick around, it had been a long since he'd been wanted. "The same could be said of yourself."

"Thanks," Alex laughed, pushing himself back to his feet. "Don't listen to Wicked, I'm not as big a brat as everyone says," he said, and he offered up the remaining packet of candy. "I'm gonna go see how Wicked and everyone is. See you around?"

Loki looked at the small creature hovering in front of him with something akin to boredom, the 'good guys' really were a band of misfits and rejects weren't they? He fights the urge to roll his eyes, knowing that it is probably not the best idea to start a fight when surrounded by your enemies, though he was feeling much better, he was quite sure it was safer to stay with the idiots than with the ravenous cannibals. Plus he was much better suited to bringing down the house of cards from the inside, so either way it benefited the god of mischief to stay with them.

Holding up his hands in a sign of mock defeat, he responds. "Not at all, though your hospitality does seem to be lacking... or more your security." It was true really, they had a villain who was known for trying to take over the earth sitting on the steps, free to walk at any time. He was rather disappointed actually...

He doesn't even deign to respond to anything else the fly woman said, far to distracted by thinking of numerous ways it would be fun to torture here. At the moment he favoured pinning her down by the wings and dissecting her like a frog, most amusing indeed.

"We've got a lot on our minds, so sue us," she huffed, flitting about and flying closer so she could point right between his eyes. "But that doesn't mean I don't have time to zap you if you mess with us," she added with a firm nod. "How many people did you kill in the Cube, huh? Those people were my friends. You're sticking with us until we figure out what to do with you."

With a lightening quick motion the god snatched her up by the wig as she started to get in his face and raised a brow, though simply moved her back and let her go just as quickly.

"Oh goody~" He drawled sarcastically.

Loki was quickly forming a plan within his twisted mind and he held back a smile, he did so enjoy messing with the avengers. With no Thor around he would be free to mess with them in a much more personal manner, let them cage him, his powers didn't solely involve killing them.

"Ow, hey!" Wasp flew back in a loop, sending a stinging zap but not coming anywhere near as close. "Rude. Do not touch the wings," she admonished, shooting up to her proper height now, and crossing her arms again, almost pouting. "Jeez."

"I believe it is also considered rude to fly into peoples personal space" He countered, his face a little more stony, though feeling rather pleased at having provoked her with such a tiny reaction.

Lets poke the fly some more...

"I'm quite dissappointed that the 'avengers'," The word is laced with the cruellest sarcasm he can muster. "deem me not important enough to send someone a little more... menacing. I've half a mind to just walk away really."

Remember? He looked the stranger up and down with a faint flick of disdain, how can he remember her when he'd never met her before? He almost laughs, perhaps she's so weak and unimportant, they never deemed her fit to fight with those he had faced before.

"... I've never met you" Is all he says, a clear look of confusion in his eyes.

"Dude. You so met me. I was the little flying one. Cute stylish outfit? None of this ringing any bells? I was here before Cap. We fight you all the time. And we always win." She gave a nod of her head then, and a solid, "Hmmph," for good measure.

The god of mischief paused for a second. He chose to give the fly girl, or what ever she was, an honestly confused frown before responding. Casually ignoring her jibe.

"I beg to differ, I have only fought the 'avengers'" said with the most vicious form of sarcasm. "once and I have never had the displeasure of meeting you." He states, looking into her eyes to see any signs of insanity and finding none.

"...I think you got hit in the head one too many times," Janet said, eying him suspiciously, before frowning, "And I'll make it one more if you don't shut it, hmm? Now come on, we're going inside until we figure out what's happening."

Jan rolled her eyes, shrinking down again and flitting up the stairs and looking back. "Look, if you're even half as tired as the rest of us, which, lets be honest, is being generous, you don't want to fight right now. We'll go inside. Have some cocoa. Make sure no one stabs any one. It'll be fun. Promise."